Where is my India?

Where is my India?

There is a sense of rage. A sense of numb grief.

Amanat, as she was called, has died. The powers that are have started issuing statements. They too are sad, so they say. The city of Delhi is being turned in to a fortress. TV Channels are discussing how long it will take the special aircraft to fly to Singapore, turn around time and where will the plane land when it returns to India.

There will be a Condolence Meeting at 11 AM at Jantar Mantar. More meetings are scheduled. Delhi Police have slapped murder charges on the gang of rapists. Right now the Home Minister is trying to justify why she was sent to Singapore and that it was not a political decision. He says the harshest of punishment will be doled out. He is right now at a remote village in Sholapur and we will have to wait till he returns. He is making false promises. No body believes him.

They will do nothing. They are praying that the protest passes off peacefully. The President has also condoled. He should be sad that his son is mentally dented and needs some painting. Soon Mulayam Singh will also speak, so will Laloo. Kakoli Ghosh Dastidar will get full support of her political mistress (master).

There is total outrage all over the country. Everyone is blaming the police and the politicians. The nation has come together, I mean the people. The politicians too have come together to save themselves. They do not share the anguish of the people. They will never throw out a Kakoli Ghosh Dastidar or a Abhijit Mukherjee or a Botsa or a Nirupam. And yet they expect us to believe in what they are saying. There will be nothing done to reinstate Dayamanti Sen.

What has happened is symptomatic of what is happening in the country. There is no rule of the law. The political class are busy cutting their own deals.  They are just not bothered about the well being of the people. The Congress Party is focused on getting Rahul Baba upgraded, BJP playing Modi card.

This blog is not to talk about the obvious. It is time to maintain peace and not let the protest get hijacked by political class. We have to come together and protect ourselves from goons who may be let loose to disrupt the protest and condolence meetings.

Let Amanat’s death not go in vain. Let us turn and work towards something positive for the protection of the people.  Let us force the issues for a cleaner country. Let us not put this behind us. We can not allow the rulers to have a free hand. Let us not get taken away by their false sense of grief, their well-manicured lip service.

Let’s force the rulers to accept a time bound agenda. No committees, please. The system has to change.

We cannot ever forget Amanat.  This is the saddest day in the history of this country.